Текст (слова) песни: Every Time I Die - Your Touch Versus Death

eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling
eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this bloods not mine you
fucking whore you dont deserve my Gods youre a deified angel you leave me
sickened in prayer its the residing disease in me that sheds its halos for
whores it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues your eyes freeze my fire
of innocence whores addictions souls salvation I said it Im so tired so
saddened Im no coward please bury me they broke my wings in an attempt to
divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds wide eyed I died
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